FC: Caroline's Poetry Portfolio | By Caroline By Caroline
1: Table of Contents Poetry Terms:Page 2 and 3 "Birches" poem: Page 4,5, and 6 Poetry analysis: Page 7,8, and 9 Naritive Poem: Page 10 and 11 Free Verse: Page 12 and 13
2: Homonyms: Words that are spelled the same but have diffent meanings. exp: "Ring the door bell!" and "Which wedding ring should I get?" | Poetry Terms
3: Poetry Terms cont. | Denoument:The resolution of the complications of the plot in a book. Usually in the final chapter or section. exp: In the book "Hatchet" by Gary Paulsen. Brian gets saved at the very end. | Antonyms: Are opposites. exp: Day and night or black and white.
4: WHEN I see birches bend to left and right Across the line of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them 5 Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells 10 Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust— Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed 15 So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. 20 But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm (Now am I free to be poetical?) | "Birches" By Robert Frost By Robert Frost
5: I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows— 25 Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again 30 Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away 35 Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, 40 Kicking his way down through the air to the ground. | "Birches" Cont.
6: So was I once myself a swinger of birches; And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood 45 Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. 50 May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, 55 And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. | "Birches" Cont.
7: Poerty Analysis T: Talking about his childhood and what he did. P:A man see's the tree bent over and he thhinks the boys were jumping on them. But he knows that the ice storms did it. He is remembering when he was a child and he would swing on Birches. C: No ryhme scheme. Imgery: "Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away you'd think the inner dome of heaven and fallen", "One eye is weeping from a twig's having lashed across it open". Uses Birches a lot. At first he wants to die and then be reborn again and again. Then he relises that life is as good as it can get. "Where your face burns and tickles with the cowbwebs," the "bad" experiances in life. "So was I once myself a swinger of birches;" he is saying that he was once young. In the sentance "One could do worse then be a swinger of birches," I think he means that getting old isn't that bad and there are many things that are worse.
8: Poetry Analysis Cont. A: He seems sort of sad when he talks about how he wishes to be young again. But then he seemed happier when he found out that his life was good enough. At the beginning he wanted the boys to be playing on the birches and he didn't want to belive that the ice storms did it. S: The shift was when he was talking about how the boys would jump off the trees. To how he used to jump off birches and how he would like to be reborn.
9: Poetry Analysis Cont. T: The theme is childhood is an easy time in life, but when you get older life is stil just as good. T: The title is a man is talking about his childhood and how he wants to be young again.
10: The big test is today, The day you have been stressed about. You walk down the crowed hall, Your stomach is unsure. When you walk into the classroom, You sit down and look over your notes. Then you hear the dreadful words, "Alright class, time to take the test." | Narritive Poem The Big Test
11: When you get your test, Your heart starts beating loud, Your hands are sweaty, And your mind goes blank and you panich. Then you take a deep breath, Pick up your pencil, And begin the test. | Narritive Poem Cont.
12: Free Verse | Ode to life. With all the highs and lows, And so many forks in the road. Childhood is fun, All we do is play. But when we get in trouble, Our parents ruin the day. Teenage years are tricky, Peer pressure and college. Everything we do affects our future, One wrong turn and everything goes wrong. But you get all new things, Cars, licenes, high school, It's amazing!
13: Free Verse cont. | Now adulthood is the hardest, But most rewarding. You get a job, a family, and your own house, But all that takes hard work to do. And you are in a routen everyday. As we get older, life gets harder. But even with all the lows, we get highs. And some day that wrong turn, In the fork in the road, Will steer you into the right path!